Across the Landscape of Time
written by: Alex Andy Phuong
 

Dare to care about the land,
And even offer a helping hand,
As a way to hopefully understand
How a house divided
Would never stand,
And by being as pure as gold,
A #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature

Leaf and Wing
written by: Phyllis Souza
 

On a cool September afternoon, three-year-old Annie wore a warm knitted sweater over her coveralls. She carried a small pink purse—perhaps meant for coins. Her mother handed it to her and said, #Fiction #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity

Inertia
written by: Eliza Segiet
translated by: Dorota Stępińska
 

When an unimaginable image from before
suddenly became part of the memories,
which
silently and inexpressibly return,
something has to be done.

How to describe #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Literature

East German TV
written by: Patrick McAteer
 

The tail end of the dream remains with me. In it, I recall leaving a house with a group but branching off on my own at a large shopping mall. I require several food items. It's late, and thus #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #Literature

Rain Head
written by: Nisha Bharti
 

The clouds are growling
Their dark bellies grumbling
Run run!
They eat what they drench
If caught
You will be immersed
And always be a prisoner
For it fills your head
And floods your heart. #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature

Fragmented
written by: S. Rin
 

There has been a turmoil planted in me since I was 5—a knot in my chest, growing heavier with each passing year, deeper with every secret I was forced to carry. It all started when my eldest brother #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #Fiction

 Waiting Game
written by: Krystal Adams Pezzulo
 

I’ve spent so much time
Saying maybe later
Saying the timing isn’t right
Saying maybe I’ll start tomorrow
I’ve been playing a waiting game
I’ve been watching life pass me by
I’ve #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #Spillwords

Summer Sundays written by: Zsófia Skutera - She is sitting serenely at the sewing machine, passionately seaming... #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature

Siren’s Song
written by: Mary Bone
 

While out to sea
a siren’s song
drifted over to me
telling me of the
days of old,
when mysteries would unfold
about pirates and ships
sailing on the salty sea,
of gold and treasure plundered #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity

The Shotguns written by: Sean O’Leary - Pete was my greatest friend, and he could sing. Man, he could sing; blues, soul... #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature

Wrong Way
written by: Michael Durack
 

Remember Wrong Way Corrigan, the Flying Irishman
who mistaking (accidentally or on purpose) east for west,
Ireland for California, crossed the Atlantic in 1938,
landing in Baldonnell after 28 #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry

Bezdroża
written by: Mirosława Stojak
 

W bezdrożach czas się zatrzymał
Wspomnieniem skwarnego lata zawył jak szakal
Tam puste kamienie
Niby trupy leżą na drogach

W bezdrożach życie skulone przy drzewach
Otulone ciszą gałęzie #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature

Around the World in 280 Days
written by: Swati Moheet Agrawal
 

I ache to travel the world with you
I imagine your tiny hand in mine
Navigating unfamiliar skies and uncharted terrains
Places that will be etched in your mind and #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords

Side-by-Side
written by: Lisa Rabasca Roepe
 

The funeral director asked if I would like to preserve some of my father’s ashes in a necklace or maybe a Christmas ornament.

I shook my head. “People actually do that?”

My mother was #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature

Suspended in Paradise
written by: Lisa Paul
 

like a
dream, perfect peace,
the water wears the sky,
drinking whiskey in the heavens
with you

those nights beside you
floating on clouds, paradise
smolders orange, blue #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity

The Dive
written by: Abdul Mateen
 

Later, the newspapers would call it a tragedy, the word annoyed him in the short time he had left to be annoyed by anything.

Tragedy implied an arc; tragedy implied a protagonist who had been #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction

Surrendering Time
written by: Robin McNamara
 

No one will wake us
from this stretch of black.
An iconography of a face,
gracefully aged
brings a memory I can’t forget.

I read Wong May’s poem
‘The Chair’
about how #poetry ruins lives. #Literature #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Spillwords

Tatatokr's Tail
written by: Emile B. LaCerte Jr.
 
Chapter One — The Bench No One Sees
Morning broke over the city in a rush.
Cars hissed along wet pavement. Joggers thumped past with steady breaths. A woman in a business suit muttered #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature

Cribbage Anyone?
written by: Gerry Stefanson
 

You might have heard the call
coffee house, bar, curling rink, rural hall
created by 16 hundreds - poet John Suckling
to challenge, thought, monetize his fame
devised inventor Cribbage, #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature

Breaking the Chain
written by: Phyllis Souza
 

At fifteen, I lived under my mother’s rules and felt their limits. I knew what it meant to want something and be denied it.

“It’s for your own good.” That was what she always said. But #Fiction #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #WritingCommunity